Mountain Pass Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

he remarks, and Master Tsertinand grunts. “Intersection is at the bottom of the mountain,” he says. “Keep your eyes peeled.” I'm pretty sure Haden rolls his eyes before saying. “It's pretty hard to miss an intersection, old man, even if I tried.” “Don't call me that.” Sure enough, right past the bottom of the mountain there is a four-road intersection. “Where to now, Boss?” Haden calls out. “Second road to your right. No more turns, go straight ahead until you find an abandoned tunnel.”

"Show me the fastest route to Darius's pack." Kylan pointed to a line of mountains. "Through the Shadowfen Pass. It is dangerous. Narrow. Easy to ambush." "Then we go another way." "There is no other way. The mountains surround his territory on three sides. The fourth is a river, too wide to cross without boats we do not have." I studied the map. The Shadowfen Pass. A kill box if Darius knew we were coming. "He will know we are coming," I said. "We cannot surprise him."

"Cassian moved his troops to the capital, but his supply wagons are still moving through the Sanguine Pass every forty-eight hours under light guard. If we seize the pass, we don't just cut off his vanguard's food—we capture enough iron ore to double Frost-Ridge's armor production before winter sets in." Julian stepped beside me, his broad shoulder pressing against mine as he leaned over the map. "The pass is narrow. A small, elite strike force can bottle up an entire supply column without alerting the main army in Oakhaven." "Precisely," I nodded. "We leave at dusk. We take twenty of your best mountain riders, bypass the main roads through the old mining tunnels my father mapped, and collap

By the time they reached the side passage Torren had marked, a narrow gap in the mountain's rock face barely visible unless you knew exactly where to look, her chest ached with the particular hollow exhaustion that came from repeated use of the deeper power, and she allowed herself thirty seconds of careful breathing before pressing forward into the dark. The passage led down and inward, cut rough compared to the fortress's more finished sections, clearly an older, less maintained approach that the Moonless either didn't know about or didn't consider worth the resources to properly seal. Wren moved first, senses stretched to their careful limit, her lie-sense humming faint but present even h

They pierce into the clouds themselves, their peaks disappearing into the silver mist. “There isn't any pass here," I observe. “There is." “But I don't see any." “It's not meant for the eyes to see," Cassian says, as he dismounts. He approaches what appears to be solid stone, placing his palm against it. The mountain starts to quake, a deep vibration echoing beneath their feet. Ancient symbols slowly start to light up across the face of the rock in different hues of gold, blue and white. They spread outward like veins under a living skin. Menodora lets out a sharp intake of breath at the beauty of it. The stone moves, opening inward instead of crumbling as I expected. A narrow passage appear

“Jenna, please let me explain. Last night, I…” I did not slow down or look at him. I simply walked around him and headed for the bus stop nearby. Behind me, he kept calling my name in a panic. I ignored him. I got on the bus heading toward Willow Lane. The bus was nearly empty. I took out the torn recipe from my bag and turned it over. On the back, my mother had written an address before she died: The corner of Willow Lane, Rosie’s Pasta Kitchen. The bus swayed through two stops before I got off near Willow Lane. Following the address, I found an old pasta place. There was a paper sign taped to the glass door.

"Fly over the mountains?" I ignored him. I reached out and touched a spot on the map that no one had mentioned. It was a jagged line of hills called the Weaver’s Spine. "There’s a goat path here," I said. "It stays on the high ground, so there’s no mud. The ground is solid rock, so there’s no shale. It’s narrow, yes, but it brings you out behind the rebel camp, not in front of it." "A goat path?" Finn laughed. "We have a thousand men and supply wagons! We aren't goats."

She could see blood and foot trails that she knew Zillah must have left while escaping. The trek was silent. Chloe was concentrating at looking for the trails while Kieran was focusing on looking out for any sign of the enemy or traps. Only the crunches of their combat boots against the dried branches could be heard. As they moved deeper into the forest, Chloe realized that this was a narrow passage to the Ahn Mountain Pass. She didn't know whether this passage was meant for an exit or entrance since the mountain ranges were covered with some magical barrier. Come to think of it...

That leaves only two points of access. There’s the path that leads up the mountain that the Guard had taken, and Morrigan had noticed another passage in the rear of the pack during one of her previous runs. She had realized that it was large enough to pass through in a single file, and a determined force could, hypothetically, take an entire force through the passage before anyone from the pack would notice.

The black mass of the western mountain appeared before Otis and me. It separated a narrow passage between Mirra and White Birch districts, leading to either the Spruce Cove or Willow regions. It wasn’t as tall as the other mountain ranges, but it was sizable nonetheless. I dropped lower above the tree line and climbed the mountainside by flight. “What are we looking for exactly?” Near the top of steep cliffs, there was a tunnel that led inside the secret passages of the mountain. From what I had gleaned from the forest earth, there were a few, but that one had seemed unoccupied and our best chance at getting in undetected.